Scum dad dreams of robbing mommy

Yang Qianyu was angry, so naturally she didn't want to make out with him.

But as he said, this guy has injuries, if she gets his wounds while struggling, she will inevitably have to go to the hospital again.

It has been two months since he fell from the building, and his injuries have been repeated repeatedly, and he has never completely healed.

If the injury is not good, you cannot do leg rehabilitation.

The longer the delay, the greater the impact on the nerve function of his legs, and the less likely it is to stand up in the future...

Therefore, she dared not move.

Yang Qianyu was kissed forcibly by him, thinking a lot in his mind.

The more you think, the more angry you are.

He is just bullying himself.

Guessing that she was soft-hearted, she deliberately took advantage.

Feng Moyan noticed that she was distracted, and bit her lip gently.

The woman exclaimed in pain, "You are sick!"

The man stopped kissing for a while, but he didn't let go of his hands. Their faces were close to each other, and their close eyelashes were fighting.

"Is my kissing skills that bad? You're still wandering around at this moment." His face was full of displeasure, and he was quite shocked.

Yang Qianyu thought of teasing him about his incompetence on the phone in the morning, so she snorted with a half-smile, and said bluntly, "You're not just bad at kissing? Now believe that I didn't slander you!"

Before he finished speaking, he noticed a sudden change in the expression in the man's eyes.

It was too late for her to escape, but as soon as he grabbed the back of her head, her breath was taken away again.

"Feng Moyan...you, stop making trouble...don't think I'm afraid to strike!"

He kissed so domineeringly that Yang Qianyu couldn't stand it at all, blushing and heart beating, and uttered harsh words intermittently.

But Feng Moyan is not willing to listen.

The dignity of a man cannot be challenged, especially in such matters.

In terms of the current posture of the two of them, it is not that he has no chance to prove himself...

Thinking of it this way, the blood in his body became more and more boiling, almost cheering.

"Thousands...thousands..." He murmured indistinctly while kissing, every sound was going to melt into each other's bones.

Yang Qianyu knew what he meant, her face turned pale with fright, her heart beat like a drum.

"Feng Moyan, you...don't mess around, your injury is not healed, and your leg—"

How could he still think about that with his appearance!It's unbelievable!

"And, this is in the car, in the car, sober up!"

She nudged the man's shoulder, wanting to leave his embrace, her voice trembled violently when she spoke, she didn't know whether she was frightened by him or influenced by him, the temperature of her whole body rose sharply, she just felt like she was in a steamer.

But the man didn't listen.

Still holding her tightly.

His handsome face was buried in her neck, and he kissed the side of her neck affectionately.

Yang Qianyu trembled all over, the place he kissed seemed to be on fire.

"Feng Moyan... You, stop making trouble. This posture makes my back hurt. It's so uncomfortable... Let go, or I'll get angry!"

This is also true.

Just now he forcibly squeezed himself in and kissed her in his arms. She half twisted her body and her waist was almost broken.

Perhaps her words added to the anger, perhaps she sensed her discomfort, Feng Moyan finally sobered up a bit, and gradually returned to his sanity.

"You... sit on my lap." After a while, he looked at the woman with burning eyes and asked in a low voice.

Just as Yang Qianyu relaxed a bit, she widened her eyes when she heard this, "You—"

"Don't worry, don't mess around, let me hug you for a while." It was rare for the two of them to be alone, without children making trouble around them, and he wanted to enjoy it for a while.

But women are skeptical.

I even started to paint that picture in my mind.

Although she had a marriage contract and was not too young, she was not open about matters between men and women.

She can't accept any of those popular games.

Feng Moyan knew that she had misunderstood her. She smiled sexyly across her thin lips, and scratched the bridge of her nose with one hand, "What are you thinking about? You wear so many clothes, and you'll be home when you're done stripping."

"..."

The woman looked down at herself—it was okay, she had already passed the age of showing her flesh in winter, and leggings and a sweater were the minimum respect for the cold winter.

Now it seems that it is also protecting oneself.

If this was summer and she was wearing a skirt and stockings, he would have torn her apart with his bare hands.

Seeing that he was in a state of embarrassment and his forehead was covered with sweat, Yang Qianyu glared at him: "You deserve it!" Then he asked coyly, "Can you do it, I'm heavy now..."

If he crushed his leg, it would be over.

Mr. Feng's eyes darkened, "Don't ask a man if he's okay, or you'll be burned!"

"..." This bastard is really inseparable from his rogue nature.

"Come on, sit in my arms and let me give you a good hug."

He asked again, like a stubborn child asking for candy.

Intellectually, Yang Qianyu didn't want to talk to her, but for some reason...he always felt something strange in his body.

It seems that there is also a voice in my heart, clamoring for a man, for a man...

What the heck.

She has been abstaining from desires for so many years, and she has never felt that she has such a need. Why was he kissing and hugging her just now, which made her seem to have been intoxicated.

"Thousands..."

The man murmured again, and she blushed, her shy eyes seemed to bleed, and she slowly got up from her seat.

Still hesitating, the car suddenly turned a corner, she was thrown by the inertia, and she threw herself into the man's arms with a low cry.

Mr. Feng hugged her full, turned his head and kissed the corner of her mouth, he was very happy: "It's not bad to throw yourself into my arms..."

She stood in front of the man with her legs spread apart, her hands were around his neck, and her upper body was in his arms.

The posture is very awkward, but there is no way, she dare not really sit in his arms.

"Are you OK?"

"Don't worry, I'm not that fragile."

But she was still worried, so she let him hug him for a while, and then got up again: "Okay, let's hug and kiss, stop making trouble!"

She wanted to step back and sit back in her seat, but Feng Moyan would not let it go, so he put his hands around her waist and pressed hard.

"Ah... Feng Moyan!"

"It's fine, you're not that heavy."

His face didn't seem to be in pain, but his eyes were shining brightly, and his whole body was radiant.

Yang Qianyu was dubious, and slowly sat down—the posture of facing each other.

Before it was done, the man retracted his arms, hugged her tightly, and kissed her again.

This posture is much more comfortable than the twisting and twisting just now.

The woman intended to resist, but when her breath was taken away by him, and her whole senses were filled with the fresh and fragrant breath from his body, her rationality immediately fled.

She hugged the man's neck, closed her eyes, and couldn't help falling into this tenderness.

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When he was about to return to Yuyuan, Yang Qianyu left his arms, returned to his seat and sat down.

Feng Moyan didn't hold back anymore, he just picked up the thin blanket on his lap and covered his waist again.

Yang Qianyu caught a glimpse, but pretended not to see it.

At this time, she didn't dare to tease half a sentence, otherwise the bastard would be able to say anything, and she would lose in the end.

The carriage was quiet for a while, and finally, the hot and smoky atmosphere dissipated, and the air became calm again.

The man suddenly spoke, his tone still slightly hoarse, "Are you feeling better now?"

She turned her head abruptly and looked at the man.

Soon, understand.

Did he make such a fuss to divert her attention?

Seeing her staring at him in surprise, Feng Moyan didn't speak, smiled gently and held her hand: "Let me take care of your father's affairs. You can go to work with peace of mind and work hard on your career. We have experienced so much together, if we still have to share between you and me, those hardships will be in vain."

Yang Qianyu didn't say anything, but spring was warm in her heart.

When I got home, the children rushed up happily, and my parents kept yelling.

When Yang Qianyu saw the children, no matter how troubled she was, she always had a smile on her face.

"Baby, mom is cooking today, what do you want to eat?" She squatted down and asked softly.

Xiao Zhou was the first to report the menu: "Is the lion's head okay! I like it the most!"

Xixi held her mother's face, looked around, and asked puzzledly: "Mom, are you sick and have a fever? Why is your face so red?"

"Uh——" I didn't expect her daughter's eyes to be so sharp. Yang Qianyu's cheeks turned even redder, and she pressed the back of her hand to her hot and wet forehead, and said with a smile, "No... maybe the temperature of the air conditioner in the car is too high. hot."

Xiaoyu is smarter.

Seeing the father who was sitting in a wheelchair and following behind into the room, his face was also rosy and his face was bright, he suddenly understood something, pulled his sister and said: "It's about adults, children, don't ask too much, what do you want to eat?"

Xixi muttered, "Aren't you a child too, hum! You still say that about me."

Knowing that the eldest son must have seen something, Yang Qianyu felt even more guilty, smiled at the children and was about to get into the kitchen.

Feng Moyan's voice came: "You are tired after working all day, let the kitchen do it."

"It's okay, it's rare that I'm free." The woman had already entered the kitchen as if fleeing.

Feng Moyan knew that she was shy, so he deliberately avoided it, so he followed her.

Today he was in a good mood, and the child's mother was cooking again, so he simply stopped going upstairs and played with the children in the living room.

This home is bustling and bustling, and it finally looks like a home.

After cooking, Yang Qianyu asked the children to wash their hands and prepare to eat.

The three little ones cheered and lined up to go to the bathroom.

After all the food was served, Yang Qianyu's cell phone rang just as it was about to start.

"Who hit it?" Feng Moyan asked.

"It's Feifei, you can eat first." The children in the restaurant were too noisy, she picked up the phone, turned and walked away.

"Xiaoyu, your father, who is not as good as a beast, has troubled you again?" Fisher cut to the point.

Yang Qianyu was taken aback, "How do you know?" Just after asking, she understood, "The video was posted online again?"

"That's right... the title is quite scary. The biological daughter killed the father by car. The cruelty is outrageous!"

Yang Qianyu frowned, how could this be?

At that time, the onlookers were clearly on her side, so why did it become an attack on her after posting it on the Internet? .seven

And she explained to the onlookers at the time that she and the people who touched porcelain were not father and daughter.

"However, you don't have to worry too much. This year's netizens are not so easy to deceive. Many people say that the video has no beginning and no end, like malicious editing. Think about it, is there any way to get the complete video content? , posted on the Internet, the rumors will be self-defeating."